This is a song about "Contact"

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Chills go down my spine when we make eye contact [x3]

No phone calls no visits no contact at all

You an amateur, they wanna pro to call

No contact, beer bottles, and random fights

Niggas in jerusalem, waitin for signs

I'm such a wonder, contact the mic, infinite rhymes,

Do you think you'll ever get to the point where you can live

Smiling in my face as you said that, making contract with ya contact

Every visit to neimans, i swear don't even see a tag

Ironically it subs like a hero

Eye contact with saladin as we share this spot yo,

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

I'm a psychopath with a viscous path to make fatal contact

Prepare for contact, i bomb tracks, sign off like a contract,

So as soon as i hear y'al on some real pro black